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Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
The hands can't hit what the eyes can't see
- Muhammed Ali
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmid And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd
But they eternal summer shall not fade nor lose possession of that fair thou on'st
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, when in eternal lines to live thou grow'st
So long as man can breath, or eyes can see, so long lives this amd this gives life to thee.
- William Shakespeare